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The black silk thread was thrown back, and the cut crack quickly healed.

As if sensing danger, the moss condensed spontaneously, twisting and weaving into thousands of tentacles.

And change the tip of the tentacles into a sharp blade, slashing head-on to the wind of heaven and earth blowing from all directions.

clang clang clang clang——

The interlacing sound of gold and iron is deafening

The Mosi blade was so sharp that it chopped off the wind.

A stern look flashed across Li Ang's eyes, and he continued to release his thoughts, pushing himself to climb upwards at an accelerated pace.

The scenery under your feet keeps shrinking, and you can have a panoramic view of the mountains and rivers.

The spacious and straight official road has turned into a slender straight line in sight, with a team of chariots and horses walking on it.

No one can see what is happening in the dark night sky.

Countless moss frantically waved to block the strong wind.

But the wind of heaven and earth is endless, and the higher you go, the more violent and turbulent it is.

In the end, there was only a vast expanse of whiteness left in sight, and the sound of sharp wind filled my ears.

Even the fine gold and orichanite armor, which have been tempered and tempered for thousands of years, will be torn into pieces by the turbulent wind in an instant and stirred into mud.

Finally, the first black tentacle broke and died, and the second and third tentacles

Mosi was forced to shrink, and the line of defense retreated step by step until it stayed on the surface of Li Ang's body and turned into a cocoon. Relying on the healing ability, it barely reached a balance with the outside world.

Inside the body, the progress of Mosi's erosion also slowed down infinitely, and the speed of encroaching on the bones and flesh was slowed down to the limit.

not enough!

Li Ang turned the Xumi hourglass again, and the flow of time around him slowed down again.

He squeezed the last trace of spiritual power in the sea of ​​air and pushed himself upwards.

This time, even the cocoon-like ink silk couldn't withstand the strong winds of the world, and it gradually broke and tore.

Li Ang no longer regards the dark golden Mosi as a pure dead thing.

The desire for gold and silver, and the backlash against the host, all fit the definition of a monster.

Demons follow the instinct of seeking advantages and avoiding disadvantages.

I am dead,

In the ink cocoon, Li Ang looked at the silk thread that was winding towards his neck and tightened continuously, and said indifferently: You will die too.

This is not a threat, but a simple statement.

At the current height, even if Mosi descends immediately, she will be strangled by the wind of heaven and earth, annihilated and dissipated in the air.

Mosi paused for a long time, then retracted the silk thread wrapped around Li Ang's neck, completely stopping the erosion.

Li Ang took a deep breath, and immediately regained control, controlling the moss in the body to fill the bones, repair blood vessels, and weave into tendons.

Like fire rescue, quickly calm down the bad situation inside the body.

Next, there is the wind of heaven and earth.

Li Ang turned the Xumi hourglass, and with the rapid passage of the sands of time, the surrounding wind suddenly stagnated.

He turned around, controlled the moss to become streamlined, lowered the resistance, and fell towards the ground.

The scenery below keeps zooming in,

Li Ang turned the hourglass, and the moment he was about to fall, the moss around his body formed a big umbrella.

Boom!

The umbrella spread out and landed smoothly on the top of the mountain.

Li Ang slowly stood up straight, and with a stroke of his palm, he retracted all the silk threads.

Mosi in her body dormant quietly, extremely docile, as if the backlash just now was all an illusion.

No problem for now.

Li Ang heaved a sigh of relief, the effect of the Sumeru hourglass is still reliable, as long as it is there, he has the ability to die with Mosi Yushi.

Just, what to do in the future?

The body has become one with Mosi, if Mosi is allowed to evolve, one day, it will break through the threshold.

I may just have the idea of ​​using the Sumeru Hourglass, and I will be controlled by Mosi backlash.

Coexisting with other species is tantamount to seeking skin from a tiger.

Li Ang recalled the advice of the teachers in class, and sighed silently, he had gone too far, and there was no possibility of turning back.

He turned his head and looked in the direction of Chang'an City.

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Chang'an City is really prosperous.

On the streets of Dongshi, two Zhaoming monks walked side by side.

Both of them have gone through the makeup of the Crow Nine puppet,

The ape old man turns into a kind-eyed, wealthy old man in brocade clothes, and the butcher becomes a guard with a big arm and a round face.

Such a combination is very common on the streets of the extremely bustling Dongshi,

The soldiers of the Zhenfu Division guarding the streets and alleys just glanced at them and then looked away.

Yuansou looked at the noisy street scene with great interest.

Vendors selling sweets and snacks shouted loudly;

Stall owners selling jewelry are trying their best to sell bracelets and earrings;

Eight horses came side by side, dragging several carriages connected in series. The front row of vehicles carried the lamp building, and the rear row of vehicles sat a group of musicians in brocade clothes, playing and singing to accompany the dancers below the lamp tower.

Artists of the rivers and lakes follow the light car forward,

Rope walking, flame spraying, double sword dancing, seven pill dancing, giant rope curling, long pole dropping

The performances were all kinds of strange, the children applauded for the thrilling performance, the adults laughed and threw the copper coins on the light car, and the frivolous prodigals in the crowd stared straight at the young and beautiful girls in the singing and dancing team, exuding the fragrance of powder and powder. Girl.

There are many rides under the moon, and people are watching people in front of the lamp. The joy is endless, and the singing and dancing will reach the morning.

The ape old man shook his head and was in a happy mood, not at all annoyed by the light car blocking the way ahead.

The butcher twisted his neck, raised his hand and pulled down the collar of the burr-covered clothes, and said impatiently, Tsk, this dress is really uncomfortable.

You have to wear it even if you're uncomfortable.

The ape old man smiled and took out the copper plate, bought a bowl of floating balls (similar to Yuanxiao) from a food stall, ate it standing there, and said vaguely: This is made by Mrs. Zhu. If you don't wear it, you will lose it in the Daming Palace. The [Chang'an Weijing] has discovered us a long time ago.

snort.

Hearing Mrs. Zhu's name, the butcher's expression became even more ugly. He snorted coldly and touched the long and narrow scar on his arm.

The members of the Zhaoming organization come from all over the world, except for their strength, they have almost no similarities, and some even have hatred.

The butcher's code name is Ghost Spade, and he likes to challenge the strong most in his life. The special technique of his practice can absorb the spiritual veins of others. Keep eating, keep getting stronger.

In the past twenty years, countless cultivators have died at his hands, ranging from fledgling so-called cultivating geniuses to elders from aristocratic families, judges from Mount Taihao, and old monsters from hermit sects.

Only a few people escaped from his prey, and Lady Zhu from Haizhou, Zhou State, was one of them.

The light car finally started, and the crowd of carriages and horses moved forward.

Okay, let's go. Don't make Brother Situ wait too long.

The ape old man smiled slightly, put the finished porcelain bowl back to the stall, dropped a piece of ten-column flying money, and patted his stomach amidst the surprise and gratitude of the stall owner, and walked forward.

The goal is to issue the government square and the town Fusi.